Page 62 of Burn It Down

“Yes. God, yes. I need you, Kade,” I plead, no shame whatsoever.

He could thrust all the way inside me and I wouldn’t complain one bit, but he takes his time, working his thick cock into me. Making me feel every single inch of him. His hands move to both ass cheeks, holding me open for him as he slips inside. “You’re so fucking perfect. This ass is so fucking perfect.”

“Ngh.” I can’t seem to form words as I remain on all fours, my fingers digging into the comforter covering my bed. I accept each punishing thrust into my body, feeling his balls slap against my ass with each one. “So good.”

He strokes in and out of me, over and over again before I can no longer take it. I brace myself on one arm and reach between the bed and myself, taking my cock in hand and stroking it with each push he makes into my body.

It’s over quickly, heat flowing through my body as the orgasm races down my spine, and it hits me all at once. I come, my body shaking under his as he plunges into me, nailing my prostate. I feel him jerk inside me and then the heat of his release as I stroke myself through the mind-numbing release.

We don’t clean up after though. Instead, he rolls me to my back, and he kisses me hard after he pulls out of me. His cock is still semi-hard, and mine is getting there quickly. His tongue sweeps over mine as my hands roam over his strong shoulders.

I let my hands trail down his sides and spread my legs more for him to notch against me perfectly. He’s holding some of his weight off me, but I like the heaviness of his body blanketing mine as we kiss.

I brush my fingers over what I know is the tattoo on his side. Flowers climbing up his ribs. “Will you tell me about this?” I ask, and he nods against me but doesn’t pull away, his nose brushing over mine.

“Lillies.”

It’s an interesting choice. Not that men can’t like flowers. Ask my friend Levi, after all. He can talk your ear off about flowers all day long. But I didn’t really see it coming from Kade.

“They were her favorite.”

“Megan?”

He nods again. “When she died, I was pissed at her. Really pissed. I used to have her name there before she died. I got it the same time I got Elijah’s name.”

“They were your family,” I say with a smile.

“Yeah. Things were rough with Megan—but I still saw that girl who didn’t judge me and could handle my mother. Looking back, I’m not really sure I was ever actuallyinlove with her, you know? Or if either of us even knew what that meant then.” My heart aches for him because he sounds like he feels guilty about that. Still, I let him speak because I wasn’t there. I remember seeing them in high school—maybe feeling a little bit of hot, burning jealousy seeing them together, but the truth is, I didn’t know much about their actual relationship. “She was my friend, and I loved her, but...” He stops, the pain he’s feeling apparent in his voice.

“You two were really young,” I say, hoping to add some comfort for him. Maybe they weren’tinlove, but he did have love for her. There’s no doubt about that.

“We were. And she got pregnant, and everything just happened so fast after that. I don’t think either of us really knew who we were. It wasn’t working for a long time before she died.”

I swallow hard, thick with emotion because I feel badly for them both. “You covered it up. The tattoo.” I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m judging him because I’m truly not. It’s just heartbreaking.

“I did.” I can hear the guilt. “But even though I was angry with her, I didn’t hate her. She was Elijah’s mother, no matter what our relationship was. But it was painful seeing her name,so I chose the lilies to cover it. I guess it still kept her with me. It reminded me of simpler times before she got pregnant. When she was just a girl who loved lilies and who threw her arms around my neck—so thrilled that I bought her a bouquet of them for her birthday when she turned sixteen.”

I smile, thinking about the young couple who had so many things stacked against them. I move my hand up over his heart, over Elijah’s name. “She’s with you. And Elijah too.”

“Yeah. I know. And I’m glad.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips, and of course, the kiss quickly turns heated yet again. My hands fall to his ass as I coax his hard dick toward my still-slick hole. “What’s your favorite flower?”

He doesn’t press into me right away though because of course not—stubborn man. Instead, he remains with his dick notched at my hole and looks down at me with a look that hits me straight in the heart. “You really want to talk about flowers right now?”

His smile is bright and beautiful—stunning. “Maybe.”

“I’ll have to get back to you on that one. Maybe I can ask Levi.”

He lets out this grunt—or maybe it’s a growl—still not entering me. Even though I want that so badly and he knows it—I can’t help the laugh that tumbles from my throat. “Did you just growl?”

“No. I’m totally fine with you talking to the guy you dated.”

I snort. “You’re pretty adorable when you’re jealous. Anddatedis a pretty big leap. One date that I had with him, where you showed up and you were all that was on my mind.”

The way he looks at me—it nearly cracks my heart in two. I know he’s not actually worried about me chatting with Levi—he actually seems pretty amused by our texts when I show them to him. And from the way he’s looking at me—I know without a doubt the subject of Levi is long gone from his brain. It’s justhim and me, and it’s intense, and then he speaks, “I love you, you know?”

I gasp, both from the words and from his forward motion, surging into me in one smooth thrust. I tip my head back, arching my back as I accept him and process his words.

“I’m going to tell you again after we come, but I need you to know that.” He kisses my nose. “I need you to always know that. I’m in love with you.” He pulls back and then thrusts into me again, hitting that sweet spot with precision. “I think part of me always was. I think about Megan, and the relationship we had and how I’m not sure I was ever actually in love with her because this thing I feel for you...” He trails off, but he doesn’t sound sad. I know he means it. Not to diminish anything he had with Megan—but to tell me the way he feels about me. It makes my heart soar. “This connection I always felt for you—I was afraid of it—because it was so big. So real. And now that I know you—truly know you—I love you, Spencer. I am completely and totally in love with you.”

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